As a reporter, I never carry a purse when I interview people. Not a problem most of the time since my slacks usually have a small pocket.
But one day I was interviewing a minister from a local church. It was a Sunday and there was church service that day. So, I wore a dress.
There was one problem -- no pockets.
My car key I had on an elastic band around my wrist. My writing pad and pen, well...that belongs in my hand. But, what would I do with my phone?
I thought I was being clever when I placed it snugly between my breasts. I mean, my phone was pretty small. No one could see it or even tell it was there. It was well hidden.
The church service ended. I waited for the right moment to approach the minister and I was writing down a quote from him when the unexpected happened. My phone started to ring. I forgot to put in on mute.
Oh boy. I quickly excused myself by putting up my index finger, “Excuse me a minute, please" and I turned away.
I walked a few feet from him, pulled out my phone, shut it off, quickly hid it again and walked back. It was so fast, I’m not even sure he knew where the ringing came from.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “Where were we?”
And without explaining a thing, I continued the interview. I think I handled it rather well. It was a lesson I never forgot. Enrique would have been proud of me!